Sick To Stomach

I had to leave that hoe alone had to get up out my feelings I had to boss up on these niggas show I handle business He poppin all that gangsta shit but that's my intuition That nigga run his mouth too much, I x'ed him out the mission Like, damn, lil bro, we all get cheese and ain't no competition My baby girl, yeah, she so toxic, she just never listen I keep on thumbing through this money, fingers get the blissin And this shit go down and then you know my brothers get the blickin How the f*ck you f*ck me and the gang, that shit so super sickening And it took everything inside of me just not the fucking hit you Got my witness, I'm reminiscing, and I'm looking at our pictures And that shit make me look at you so different What the f*ck I'm missing? Like, why the f*ck I'm missing you You know I'm super pimpin, and you know I got super dick Don't hold it while I'm pissing, scars all on my body Good at times, I keep on reminiscing Ain't talking bout Lil Wayne the block is hot I'm cooking in the kitchen Hell no, I can't run it back, I already learned my lesson Get on my knees and pray to God, I'm hoping for my blessing My momma told me blow my rod if niggas try to catch me But I'm to steps ahead, they throw that lob and imma intercept it Now baby girl, don't do too much, you know that I'm obsessing Now just sit back and roll my weed, we finna have a session You know what I'm on, got what you need, now come on hit my celly Now come on baby girl, get on your knees and give me all that jelly